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02.11.18

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Summer Prep School, another perfect reason to get away from his father. Really, anytime there was an option to get away from home during the summer or winter he would take it. Most winter breaks he didn’t leave school, instead choosing to stay there and spend his days from wake up to falling asleep in the library reading. Summer he tended to not have that luxury. When his father was home, it usually involved the belt being slapped hard against the back of his skin.

Which after years of such treatment, looks worse for wear. That is why, even though he and his best friend Valérian Louvel Proulx are on the beach in their free time, Emile didn’t take his shirt off. Didn’t want to show off the scars. Besides, not like he planned on sun bathing or going for a swim. He was quite content being under the beach umbrella with his current book he got with him. Which, if you asked anybody else, would be a boring read.

A book about the history of famous herbologists. Which wasn’t exactly his top choice, but his options were limited now and he had to take from what was in the library at this school. He couldn’t take a book from home, he had read them all. Had to considering he was trapped in his room for much of the summer. And really, the only book his father would ever allow him to leave the house with would be the bible. He didn’t want to bring that to school, nor the prep school. There are people of many faiths, and some who had none.

Didn’t feel right to push that onto others, despite what his father saying. How the wizarding world needed Jesus to save even a shred of them from the eternal damnation that awaits them for being spawns of Satan. But he wasn’t going to deal with his conflicted thoughts about that book, not with who he was sitting with on the beach. This was pretty much a vacation for the two of them. Away from their respective fathers. No pressure either.

Emile sat on the beach towel with his book open and a few chapters in. It was an interesting read, he was learning a lot about famous herbologists. One was killed by his own discovery. A sentient plant that had wrapped around his throat and crushed it, believing him to be a danger. Continuing his read, he didn’t really look over to see what Ian was up to, he just knew his best friend wasn’t far off from him. “Enjoying the summer so far?” he asked turning the page after finishing the one he was just one.

Okay so, summer prep school wasn’t turning out to be as boring as he had originally wanted to think it would be. Sure, there were still stupid lectures to endure, but it also got him away from home. Ian didn’t have to deal with his father looking at him like he was some failure, or going on and on about how all he ever did was waste time doing stupid things. There may not have been much physical abuse, but the man’s words did hurt him on an emotionally level. With every cutting insult, Ian could feel his mind slowly breaking as he began to believe each one. He was doomed to failure. He’d never live up to be…whatever it was he decided he wanted to do. The only thing he was certain of was that he didn’t want to be like his father. And any excuse to stay away from his home life was as good as any.

To be fair, Greece was a great vacation spot. The country was one he’d never thought he’d actually visit, much less get an opportunity to go to for free. Damn, that was a pretty sick deal. The entire country had a rich history, one that he couldn’t help but be fascinated with. Then there was all the myths, legends, and folklore and Ian found himself wanting to read every book he could to educate himself further in his free time. Of course, any personal studying he did would be later at night in the privacy of his own room. There was a time to learn and a time to relax and have fun, and on a beach with the sun high up in the sky was definitely chill out time.

Ian stretched out on the sand, allowing his body to soak in the rays. Nearby he could see his best friend, Émile Brice Belrose, who was in the midst of reading a book. Even if he wasn’t doing it at the moment, he could understand how relaxing reading an interesting book could be. A great fictional read was even better, particularly any that allowed him to escape into another world. If Emile wanted to read, then he’d let his bud read. In the meantime, he would lie stretched out on the beach and stare into the clouds. The warm sand was soft under his body, while his eyes searched to find the most interestingly shaped clouds. He almost felt like a child again.

Seeing an oddly shaped cloud, his hand stretched out subconsciously as if to grab at it. The shape was familiar, almost like a small dog of some kind. Next to it he saw one that was vaguely shaped like a shard of glass; the sight of which caused Ian to involuntarily flinch. He briefly moved to touch the scar on his shoulder where he was stabbed years earlier, while silently cursing his father. He cursed the cloud, and his cowardice about going to see his mother in the hospital. Damn. That was the last thing he ever wanted to think about.

Shaking his head, Ian turned to look at Emile when the other boy spoke up. The question was a welcome distraction, one that quickly swiped away any negative thoughts that had entered his mind even if briefly. Ian rolled onto his side for a moment, before propping himself up to wear he was in a sitting position. “Hell yeah, I am.” He proclaimed with a wide smile. “Coming here was the best decision I could have made. And I gotta admit, I’m hoping to see some ancient Greek temples before it’s all over.” Stretching his arms out above his head, Ian took a moment to enjoy the sight of the entire beach laid out before him before allowing himself to fall back onto the soft sand.

Closing his book, Emile turned to look at his best friend as he spoke. Much better then learning about some guy named Horace who discovered the best way to raise a plant that eats meat. Might have been an enthralling read, but poor Emile would rather something more right now. And his friend spoke about how he is enjoying his vacation, a smile crept on his face. When Ian commented on how he hopes he can see some ancient temples before they leave, Emile let out a small chuckle.

“I’m sure we can go check one out. Professor Argente is here, I’m sure he’ll accompany us.” He said, hugging his legs to his chest as he watched the waves crash against the sand. The waters weren’t rough, but it was still slapping against the beach. “Besides, even if he doesn’t come with us, we can still ask for permission to go.” He continued, still hugging his legs against his chest. Part of him wanted to go into the water and wade, but he didn’t want to show the scars.

Besides, him being pale as hell would just have him blend into the almost white sand. He didn’t want people to think he went missing. But him sitting under an umbrella wasn’t exactly helping either. Can’t win here. Still gazing out onto the water, Emile began to speak again. “Get any of your work done yet?” he asked, guessing the answer is going to be a no. Sometimes Emile had to get on Ian’s case to get him to sit down and do his classwork, else it’ll never get done. Though Ian has been good and done it on his own before.

When the mood hit him of course. But Emile being Emile, and worries about his best friend, hounds him until it gets done. He is always there to help as well, if need be. After a moment of silence, Emile stands up and gets out from under the umbrella. He puts his hands in his pockets and looks around. Not many people on the beach. Quite possibly everyone off doing their own thing, like studying. Or in the many classes that are going on. Though a part of Emile felt like he was slacking, the other part said he was relaxing. Which to be fair, kinda felt the same either way.

Turning his gaze towards his friend, he smiled a bit. If he wanted to know what the epitome of a slacker was, it’d be his friend. “Wanna go for a walk?” asked Emile, turning his gaze from Ian to down the beach. “We could explore the island, or venture inward.” He suggested, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. It wasn’t late in the day, maybe around noon local time. But it still felt weird, being under the sun like this. He wasn’t used to the sun being out, not during Summer. Well it wasn’t like he could leave much anyway.

His father made sure of that. Even on the yearly pilgrimage, Emile felt like he had to obey his father who told him never to leave his room. For he didn’t want that Satanic filth roaming and touching things. Though on rare occasion he did leave, and went to the local park. Though that was a depression thought process for the young Belrose boy. He turned to his best friend expectantly, hoping to pull himself from these thoughts. Anything really.

Ian looked at Emile for a moment, smiling as he was more than happy to spend some time with his best bud. As much as he could respect the need for silence, it hadn’t been easy to keep his mind occupied while the boy read. Watching the clouds could only satisfy him for so long before he would get up and run off into the ocean. A part of him had been itching to swim, but he’d held off just in case Emile wanted to talk or hang out. He didn’t want to leave his best friend hanging, even unknowingly. Besides if anything, he was half tempted to wait until night fall. He wanted to wait until everyone was gone, and sneak off to enjoy the ocean by himself.

Around anyone else he would have sighed at being reminded that they’d probably have to get permission before going to see some ancient temples. Ian knew they would. It made sense, but a part of him wanted to go without having to seek permission or approval. He wanted to just run off and see the sights, and not care who saw or knew. Though out of all the Professors who could have been there, he was probably more relieved that Professor Argente was the one who was there. The guy seemed pretty cool, well for a professor at least. “Yeah of course.” He stated with some reluctance. “We can always ask later, I guess. Though even if we can’t get permission, I’m sure I can find a way to sneak out for a few hours to enjoy some ancient architecture.” Was he being too honest? Nah, he was with his best friend, and knowing Emile he’d probably already guessed what Ian was thinking before he’d even said it.

Turning to face the ocean, he took a moment to enjoy watching the waves as they hit the beach. Ian found a small stone lying nearby, and reached to pick it up. He moved it between his fingers for a few seconds, before giving it a toss toward the waves. Due to distance and the wind, it wasn’t able to go far but a proud smile crossed his face as he watched it hit the shallow waters on the shore.

Ian turned to look back at Emile when his friend asked another question, one pertaining to his own school work. Had he gotten any of his work done? The obvious answer was no. He was still putting it off as usual, waiting until the desire to work hit. Or until he found a reason to want to sit down and study. “Not yet.” He said with a crafty smile, not bothering to hide the face. Hell, he wasn’t ashamed. It might mean that Emile would get on his case again, but as always, he’d endure. Endure and promise to finish eventually. “Still waiting for the mood to hit. If you want we can meet up to study later…Potions is probably going to kill me, as usual.”

It hurt his pride to admit that he needed help, but he knew Emile would be more than up for it. Besides, it would probably be best to just admit it now, and avoid having to be confronted about his laziness later. For as long as it could often take him to get things done, Ian knew it was only a matter of time before his friend got on his case. It wasn’t as annoying as one might assume, however. He was cool with his friend’s interference for the most part. Professors hounding on him to get things done was another thing, entirely. It was probably thanks to his strict ass father. Growing up always being told how to act, or what he needed to do in his life. One authoritative adult was enough in his life, especially one who had proven to be a cruel and uncaring asshole.

A moment of silence passed as he allowed his thoughts to drift off for a moment. Ian didn’t seem to get far before he heard Emile standing up, and then after some more time had passed asked him if he wanted to go for a walk. That was a request he could get behind. As much as he had been enjoying sitting on the beach, Ian was slowly beginning to feel the itch to get up and stretch his legs. “You bet I am. Who would I be to say no to a little exploring?” His enthusiastic reply was followed with him jumping up on his feet in a haste, wasting no time in joining his best friend.

His eyes took in the entirety of the beach, as he searched for places to go as the two of them started walking. He wasn’t sure if there was a purpose for the exploring, or if it was just aimless wandering. Both he would be cool with, no doubts about it. It also served to further distract him from any unwanted thoughts that might plague him. His home life, all the work that was piled on his desk, and so forth.

Emile should’ve known Ian didn’t start any of his classwork, Ian wouldn’t be Ian if he had. With an exasperated sigh, he nodded. Emile knew that, despite his best friend’s laziness, he was a smart individual. Probably smarter than him. Well, the two boys were in the same house that were known for being a place for those who enjoy learning. But they also had a reputation for being lazy people. Emile never thought himself lazy, but Ian certainly didn’t help disperse that trait their house had a reputation for. But what can he do? Only so much.

When Ian suggested they could meet up later and do some classwork, Emile had a soft smile grow across his lips. “That sounds fun.” he said, looking at his best friend. “I’ll help with the potions work, no worries.” he continued, Emile always had this helpful demeanor to him whenever somebody asks. No matter the subject, he does a decent amount of work at it to know. Also helps that he does a lot of studying and is in a club that involves intellectual debating. So Emile knows a thing or two about each subject.

Though there was a problem with doing this route of learning practically everything. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life afterwards. What sort of career should he embark on? And what kind would his father even remotely approve of? Well, he knows his father wouldn’t approve of anything he did. Still the spawn of Satan after all. Watching the stone flew by out of the corner of his eye, Emile smirked at the innocence of it. There was just a serene grace on this Greek beach, it’s soft white sand and crystalline waters gave it this feeling.

He could get used to it, but sadly it was just for the Summer. And than again, would he ever leave France again? He didn’t have much reason to travel. Everything about the world he would ever need to know where in books, what was the point of travel? But that line of thinking, seemed a bit closed minded. Sometimes Emile shut himself down before he could even try. But that was the glory of his friendship with Ian. The two complimented each other perfectly.

Emile is the one who is more for the rules and about studying, while Ian is the one who is more free and eager to break boundaries. Well as much as his laziness allows. But sometimes Emile needed to take the initiative and get out more, and that is where the influence of his best friend comes in. The walk around the island was a perfect example of a safe adventure for Emile. But if Ian was adamant on adventuring further, Emile would most likely join with him and do whatever it was.

With a smile, Emile started to walk down the beach, book under his arm and walking at a slow pace. At the moment there wasn’t much in the way of adventure, just sort of an aimless wander. But seeing as Emile had never been on this island before, and he assumed that Ian never had as well, then this was an adventure in of itself. Seeing the island and maybe whatever it has to offer, which could be some ruins that his best friend oh so wants to see. But even though this was meant to distract their minds from the future and just have some fun, Emile’s mind did drift to the future.

But it wasn’t a negative thought, no. It was a positive one for once. Hopefully one that could help both of the Flegmatique boys. Keeping his slow pace, Emile looked towards the ground and watched his feet sink into the sand with each step. It was a minute of silence before he spoke up. “What are your plans for when you graduate?” he asked, a tinge of nervousness in the back of his throat caught him off-guard. Why was he nervous about asking a simple question? Maybe it was the answer that could follow it that made him nervous. He didn’t want to lose his best friend, so he was a bit afraid that Ian might say something like he wanted to go and explore the world, or get as far away from his father as possible. Like leaving the country.

His fingers running along the spine of the book under his arm, he turned his head towards his best friend. “I’m thinking that maybe, once we graduate and get ourselves some jobs,” he paused, stopping in the sand. “Maybe we get an apartment together?” he continued, a bit nervous about asking this. He really wanted out of his father’s influence, but Emile was nervous on living alone. So having his best friend with him would probably be the best thing, right? Hopefully that was a good idea. Hopefully.

There was no denying that he was a little relieved when Emile agreed to work on homework with him later. While he’d probably do it on his own eventually, he was thankful to have a friend who was willing to kick his butt into gear. He didn’t want to say that he would have failed his sixth year without the other Flemantique’s help, although in truth he might have. Or at least his grades would have been suffered a lot. Potions he might have failed altogether. He was too stubborn to ask a Professor to help, unless they approached him directly and sternly, and might have let his frustrations lead him into giving up.

Which for some of the things he thought about pursuing in his future, that would be a bad thing. Like making some of his potential plans impossible bad.

“Awesome. Thanks a lot man, you’re always a lifesaver.” He stated with a huge grin. While he wouldn’t call doing homework fun, it was always better to work on it with others. Even more so when the other person was his best friend. Sometimes he’d question if he should feel guilty for taking advantage of Emile’s helpful nature. And yet it never felt that way. He had asked. If Emile had said no he wouldn’t have pushed it further. Besides study sessions were just as much about hanging out than anything. “We can meet up whenever. Whenever neither of us have anything going on. It should be fun.”

It probably would be fun. There was no telling how seriously he’d take his studies, at least not right away. Ian often took a while to really get into the groove. But for him that wasn’t all school was for. He wanted to have fun just as much as learn. Though in truth, he’d rather be able to learn at his own pace. To be away from the classroom environment and read and study whatever caught his interest for the day. That was how he usually worked when doing homework or personal study times.

Although Ian didn’t have a set day in mind for when he’d want to study. If anything, he was already expecting it to just happen whenever they both felt like it. Or after a day or two passed, and Emile finally confronted him about it once more. He’d try not to, but scheduling things had never been a strong suit of his. And yet he managed to keep himself organized somehow. No matter how lazy he was, Ian kept his things where he could find them. It made last-minute homework and study sessions that much easier to get through.

Standing up he began to walk along the path with Emile, not really caring where they were going. There was no need to have a particular destination. Ian was thrilled to enjoy the sights. Greece was proving to be a great country. It was warm, and everything was beautiful to look at. There was also all the history that surrounded the place, things that interested him more than back home.

He’d never been on the island before, and knowing his luck this would be the last time, so he wanted to enjoy it. It didn’t matter how. Just walking around and taking in the sights felt like enough. Of course, he was eager to check out some of the ruins, maybe even the more famous temples. The tricky part was knowing how far away they were from all the noteworthy landmarks. He had hopes though. It was an educational trip, so Ian bet with enough prodding he could get lucky. If he convinced a professor that he was indeed interested in learning more about the ancient history, then they had to agree. Right? It made sense in his head. History was something that did interest him, even if he didn’t talk about it much. So even if the professors wouldn’t let him go, he was determined to find a way. Besides, he also wanted to see more of the island, and not just the area where they were living for the month.

Ian stopped when he heard Emile ask him what he was thinking of doing after he graduates. That was a question that caught him off guard. It was something he’d thought about, but he still wasn’t sure if he had any clear idea. He’d entertained the idea of going into training to be an auror or hit wizard, but still wasn’t completely fixed on the idea. Even more so since he knew doing so would force him to continue interacting with his father. Yet a part of him really wanted to do it, if only to be the kind of person his father wasn’t.
“I don’t know. I mean I’ve thought about…” he began trailing off briefly, to further get his thoughts together.
“I kind of want to try to become an auror. But at the same time, I still don’t know if it’s right. Or if there’s something else out there.”

It was strange being so serious, and yet his future was something that required a lot of thought. He didn’t want to just sit around doing nothing. It was a scary thing to think about. Even more so when he realized some of his aspirations matched what his father might have wanted.

He did perk up at the mention of them getting an apartment together. It was an appealing idea, one that would allow them to escape their fathers. Well him partly at least. He wouldn’t be living with the man, but there would always be a chance at running into him if he did work in the Ministry.
“Yeah, of course.” He shot back with a huge smile. “It sounds like a great plan. One definitely worth making happen.” He really meant it. Besides rent was expensive as hell, and it seemed like a logical choice to room with his best friend. Living alone was scary enough at it was, so yeah it would be a good thing. Probably the best choice he had. The best option both of them had, maybe.

Emile smiled wide when Ian called him a lifesaver. Though the sentiment probably didn’t mean much to the other Flegmatique boy, it meant quite a bit to Emile to hear that. With how things go at home, it helped to know that at least someone finds him helpful. “No problem, it’s what friends are for.” he said sheepishly. Despite it all, Emile was still a timid boy. Despite them going into the seventh year of their educations, and him turning eighteen soon… well he just had a meekness to him.

Nodding to what Ian was saying, he knew deep down, that he would probably have to remind Ian of their study session before the week is out. It wasn’t that he thought Ian would forget about it, just be so lazy that he pushed it off to the side. But that is okay, Emile understands it really. Sometimes it can be a bit much. But sometimes you just gotta push through it.

“I’ll coordinate something. Don’t you worry bout it.” he said with a smile. The two began to walk down the beach, the sounds of the waves and the seagulls squawking in the distance. It was a peaceful thing to the Flegmatique boy. And he thought it was good for his companion as well. They both have rough home lives, and they are currently away from it all. The sea air also does well for the soul.

Being this far south, it gave Emile a sense of adventure. Something he normally couldn’t get out of his books. Sure he got to live in a fantasy world or read up on different parts of it all. But here he was, exploring a new place. And with his best friend as well. He couldn’t ask for anything more. Though he did wonder about his own future. What could he do? Did he have it figured out? Parts of it, at least. But there was still some blank spots.

Though when he stopped in the sand and looked at Ian, he could tell he was getting more and more nervous. He wanted to fight his passiveness and take charge in his life, and this seemed like a safe and good choice to take. But what if he said no? Shit, what would happen? Did he just destroy their friendship? Did Emile just overstep? No, maybe? The suspense is killing him. He needed the answer.

Nodding along to what Ian was saying, he was proud that his best friend had a thought about it. About what he wanted to do in life. “If you want to become an auror, go for it. I think you could do it. Well, you could do anything you wanted really. So go with what you want, and I’ll support you either way.” he said with a nod. His fingers still caressing the book in his hands. It was a small comfort in this stressful situation that he had put himself in.

Hearing the words come out of Ian’s mouth, he exhaled sharply. Was he holding his breath, waiting for the answer without knowing? Yes. Kinda painful too. But he was beaming with delight upon hearing his friend say yes to his idea. “Good, glad you think so.” he said, resumming walking. There were a few thoughts that began to enter his head. What sort of place should they live, and where. Maybe Paris. It was far enough from his dad, but what about Ian’s? No, he had to take Ian into consideration for that.

Maybe whatever career path they chose, they could do it in England? Moving that far away from their parents… no, that doesn’t seem like a good idea. Shaking his head, Emile put those thoughts out of his head. He wasn’t going to think about that just yet. Let them both explore the island first. Though he did have another thought. “Hey Ian, you seem interested in history, why not become a historian?” he said, throwing his best friend a look over his shoulder.

Ian smiled gratefully and nodded at Emile’s response about helping being what friends were for. It was a sentiment he could agree with. The dark haired boy knew he’d do anything to help his best friend, or any others. Ignoring the fact that he sometimes felt he didn’t do enough to help. There were times when he wondered it was him who always needed the help. Needed reminders to study and get work done, or there was always a high risk that he might forget. Even now he already knew there was a high chance that he’d need another reminder when it came time for them to meet up and study.

It was a strange conundrum. And yet if he wanted to remember things would be easy for him. He wasn’t exactly disorganized. Despite his habit of slacking off, Ian managed to keep his things neat and tidy for the most part. Everything was always in its designated location; there were just some items that went untouched for hours of time. Books that were stacked against his wall until he was reminded that he needed them for work, or that maybe he should study in order to brush up on something before a test. Thinking about it, it was something he wanted to fix in the coming year. At the very least, he figured he should try to work harder to motivate himself to get things done so Emile wouldn’t have all the time.

It might fail, but he could try right?

“Sounds good,” he said as they began to walk along the beach. “Let me know when you do, and I’ll write down on the wall. Somewhere where it’ll always be in my face.” It was meant to be a joke to a certain degree, but also a promise to himself. A promise to work harder in the coming year. To make more of an effort to remember to do things on his own, and to push himself to work on stuff sooner instead of continuously waiting until the last second. It pained him to admit it, but he wanted to believe that it would help him. That and it would save Emile from always having to save his ass. His friend couldn’t be there for him forever, after all.

Arm raised to allow his hand to comb through his hair, as Ian turned to take in the sight of the ocean as he walked. Gradually he turned his attention to the sky before going back to the waves before him. Nothing could change his mind about how glad he was to have come to Greece. Just being on the beach was peaceful, with the location being preferable than home. He didn’t have to worry about lectures about how he was wasting his time, or how he was failing to live up to his potential. He didn’t feel like a disappointment. He felt free.

There was also no lingering fear that came whenever he’d consider visiting his mother in the hospital. That was another issue, one he was always reluctant to talk about. Something personal that he needed to deal with himself, even if he knew at least Emile would show him some kind of support. He had faith that his friend would offer to accompany him if the boy was able to. Only Ian was sure if he would want to go with someone else. Visiting his mother felt too personal, like something he’d have to do alone. His lack of courage to do so was a huge reason why he felt so reluctant to become an auror.

Smiling and nodding when Emile told him to go for it, Ian tried to shake away any doubts that he had. Thinking about his career was one of the few things he’d begun thinking about at an early age. He had dreamed of being a hero at one point, or just being someone who was nothing like his father. Becoming an auror had sounded like the perfect job for him, even if it did mean working with his dad. “Oh, I want to go for it. I’ve wanted it since I was twelve, and still fantasizing over becoming a hero.” Laughter escaped his mouth after he said it, although he knew his words to be true. Face turned more serious soon later as remembered that he wasn’t ready. “I just think I might not be ready. Like there’s still something I need to do before I can even come close to being ready.”

Even if it took him awhile to chase after a solid career, Ian was relieved that he’d have one thing to look forward to. Getting an apartment with Emile felt like a natural move. Having a roommate was always better than living alone, and he couldn’t think he would find anyone better. “Of course, it’ll be fun. Liberating.” He was hopeful that the move would be good. Sure there was the concern as to where they’d live, but it wasn’t something he wanted to think about just yet. Not until closer to the end of his final school year. In May or even June, although if he wanted to be responsible it would probably be smart to start thinking about it a lot sooner.

There was also the fact that they both might want to live close to where ever each of them ended up working. Or at least far enough away from their respective father’s. The only problem with that was that it’d always push Ian farther away from his mother as well. Such a complicated dilemma.

Ian stopped suddenly when he heard Emile’s next statement. A historian. That was a career path he’d never even thought of. It was true that he had a love for history, but his mind had been so focused with the idea of becoming a better person than his Dad that nothing else had ever crossed his mind. Much less pursuing a career that would allow him to pursue historical information. “I never thought about it,” he said with a shrug, with a slight smile. “It could be cool. I mean it might allow me to travel the world more in the future.” It was another thing to consider for sure, just in case if his first choice proved impossible to achieve.